It’s what’s on the inside that counts
The title is a Peter, Paul and Mary tune. The action, however, happens someplace else. How often have you heard that it’s not what is on the outside that counts, but it is what is inside that is the heart of the matter. Look at your family, your friends, your enemies. Are they ugly on the outside but have a strong, warm heart that drives them? How about the Strong, dark, handsome man that just went to prison because inside was the opposite of the outer? We can see this, in people. Now, let’s extend that principal.
I went to a cabaret tonight. Ok, that isn’t what it was called, but it was, after a fashion. I saw talent that was smokin’! It opened with an exercise routine. The ones on stage were getting not only themselves warmed up, but they were warming up the audience for what was to follow.
There were soloist’s, duet’s, quartet’s, and even poetry readings. I heard some amazing vocals. All I could mutter was wow!! The drums of Africa were heard. These were folk tunes from a distant continent.
On stage sat four violinists. Jack Benny would have been proud. So would Itzak Perlman. I don’t care if the name is spelled right because I am paying homage not to him, but to the four on stage. Then the stage was bare, but off to the left, a lone piano was sounding. Only a couple of selections were heard from this lone upright, but what pieces!
Up on stage, four were standing. Only one spoke. She told us her thoughts. Standing taller than the rest, one lone writer held the paper in which he was the featured writer. This was followed by poetry, flutes, modern dance and concluded with the choir.
There is one thing I failed to mention. Every one of these performers were under the age of sixteen. Every one of them came from the inner city. This is what can be done when people care enough to give of their time. This is where the hidden talent lay.
The sole writer? Shane Foster, son of Joyce Anthony, a superb writer herself.